Perfection. Excellence. What a passionate lover. But once having tasted the lips of excellence, once having given oneself to its perfection, how dreary and burdensome and filled with anomie are the remainder of one's waking hours trapped in the shackled… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste? — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
They change scapegoats at the networks more regularly than some people change socks. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
“Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created...” — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
There in the midst of the Amazon Jungle, Simon Haskell has cobbled up for himself a replica of an Art Deco salon. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
For the first time we have a weapon that nobody has used for thirty years. This gives me great hope for the human race. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
“There are forces in the world today, Mr. Winsocki, that are invisibly working to make us all carbon copies of one another. Forces that crush us into molds of each other. You walk down the street and never see anyone’s face, really. You sit faceless in a movie, or hidden from sight in a dreary living room watching television. When… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share
“Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream up a god superior to themselves. Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.”… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
I write a kind of surreal fantasy, but they can't put 'surreal fantasy' on a paperback. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
Don't start an argument with somebody who has a microphone when you don't. They'll make you look like chopped liver. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
